Qu Xiu's condition is rapidly deteriorating, and has already experienced symptoms such as vision loss, memory loss, limb numbness, balance disorder, headache and vomiting. It can be said that every day she is watching herself go to death step by step. The physical pain and mental torture have made her completely lose her desire to survive.

An Bu tried to communicate with Qu Xiu, but got no response. She stared out the window blankly, her eyes filled with death.

The most difficult thing in the world to save is the one who has given up on himself.

"How is it?" Fu Junyao looked at An Bu, who came out of the bedroom, and asked in a deep voice.

"The situation is not very optimistic." An Bu gently closed the door, "Mr. Fu, does Mrs. Qu usually have any hobbies, or do you have any special concerns?"

Fu Junyao thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "Mom usually associates with ladies and wives in the circle, and her relationship with her parents' family is also very general. Except for the deceased father, there is no other person to care about." After a pause, He added, "When my mother was just hospitalized, many relatives and friends came to see her, but after three or five days, very few people came."

What he meant was obvious, there was no one around Qu Xiu who could open her heart, and most of them were just ordinary friendships.

"As for hobbies, that is to play cards, go shopping, and grow flowers, nothing unusual."

An Bu thought for a moment and asked, "Does she like pets?"

Fu Junyao was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "This, I don't hate or like it. I used to have dogs at home, and they were all taken care of by servants, and she was rarely close."

An Bu felt that this job was a bit difficult. How can a person who has no love for life and is eager to die, how can she stimulate her desire to survive?

An Bu, who was lost in thought, did not find that Fu Junyao was staring at her intently.

The girl in front of her looks so much like Aunt Gu An. The former has a plain face and looks younger and more beautiful, while the latter is elegant and mature, with a bit of spontaneity and freedom.

Since the last goodbye, Auntie Gu An has disappeared, the phone can't get through, and the emails don't return. They agreed to be their protective umbrella, but it turned into a parachute and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Fu Junyao has been looking for her, but he didn't find it, but found a girl so similar to her.

He couldn't help but wonder if she was Auntie Gu An, but she was well maintained and couldn't tell her age. Aren't many stars in their forties the same as girls in their twenties?

An Bu asked Fu Junyao a lot about Qu Xiu, and finally said, "Let's do this for now. I'll go back and study it, and come to see her tomorrow."

After speaking, he picked up his bag and prepared to leave.

"Miss An, it's getting late, I'll invite you to lunch." Fu Junyao took her bag and made a "please" gesture.

"Mr. Fu is too polite." An Bu politely refused, "I still have something to do, so I won't bother Mr. Fu."

Fu Junyao paused for a moment, and finally did not force her to go out in person, then took out his mobile phone and made a call...

After returning home, Anbu's first thing was to look through his diary, looking for memories of a wealthy family.

Qu Xiu is the wife of Fu Hague, one of the seven founders of Xinqi. He also adopted a son and a daughter, Fu Junyao and Fu Fushuang. "Gu An" is the second guardian of Rich Shuang, and also the second guardian of Luo Tianlei, son of Luo Tianlei, another late founder of Xinqi.

If Qu Xiu dies unfortunately, "Gu An" will officially take over the custody of Rich Shuang and Luo Tianlei. There are still more than two years before they reach adulthood. Even if Qu Xiu can persist until then, with her current physical condition, she has no ability to monitor.

An Bu was silent for a while. At first, he probably felt that he had no chance to be the guardian, so he agreed very readily. He did not expect that Qu Xiu would be seriously ill and would not be able to survive for three years.

After sealing the diary, An Bu fell back and lay on the bed in a "big" shape.

Jian Ningxuan walked in and saw An Bu who stretched out his arms and split his legs: "What are you like?"

An Bu turned sideways and changed from the word "big" to the word "dagger".

Jian Ningxuan: "..." Are you doing yoga again?

"Jian Xiansen~~" An Bu jumped off the bed and hooked Jian Ningxuan's neck, "I want to make a love package for you."

Jian Ningxuan: Don't hesitate.

"What pose do you like?"

Jian Ningxuan: What other postures are there for the package?

"Three-dimensional, flat, subtle, or unrestrained?"

"...You decide." The restraint limited his imagination.

That night, Anbu got into the kitchen and started to tinker with her love package.

Seeing that she inserted roses, lit candles, and played soft music, Jian Ningxuan set up such a romantic scene for him, so she went to the room to change into a dress and prepared to enjoy a sweet candlelight dinner with her.

"Mr. Jian, your love package~~" An Bu put the plate in front of Jian Ningxuan's table and said politely, "Please enjoy."

Although he had been psychologically prepared in advance, after seeing the real thing, Jian Ningxuan was still shocked.

In the dinner plate, there is an oval white cake. The cream on the cake is made into foam. In the middle of the foam, there is a pair of men and women carved from fruit. The lower body is hidden in the foam, and the upper body is naked. The tall, plump **** were right on Guo Nan's face, as if he was doing something indescribable. Behind the fruit boys and girls, there is a fragrant and delicious red wine chicken wing. On one side of the cake stood a chocolate bar with a small potato carved into a peach heart at the front of the bar. The potatoes were wrapped with honeydew slivers, and the strands fell down like a curtain of water. There are also rose petals scattered around the edge of the plate as an embellishment.

"This package is called 'Flying Wings'" An Bu said with satisfaction, "What do you think, Mr. Jian?"

Jian Ningxuan: This is actually... two birdmen are bathing together, right?

The cake is the bathtub, the cream is the foam, the chicken wings are the wings, the chocolate bar is the spray, and the honeydew is the water flow.

Is step by step implying something?

Seeing that he didn't speak, An Bu asked sincerely, "Does Mr. Jian dislike this posture?"

Jian Ningxuan: Is this a problem of posture? Knowing that Bubu's love package is this style, why does he have to dress so formally? Just put on your bathrobe.

Jian Ningxuan stood up, took off his coat, tore off his bow tie, pulled off his collar, sat down again, picked up the knife and fork, and started eating.

An Bu held a glass of juice and smiled as he watched him enjoy the love meal he made. Sure enough, the cat owner is happiest when he is in a bad mood.

In the evening, nothing unexpected happened, Jian Ningxuan and An old corpse had a sweet and fragrant mandarin duck bath.

The next day, the refreshed An old corpse went straight to the pet store, picked it up, and finally bought a Czech Terrier that was so ugly that people wanted to cry.

An Bu picked up the three-month-old Czech Terrier, and vaguely saw the dislike of her on its hairy face.

An Bu: You are so ugly, how dare you despise others? Forget it, I don't know you in general, and it's not hers anyway.

The Czech Terrier is a small dog with an odd appearance, deep eyes, a big head, long waist, long legs and short legs. The hair on the face, jaw and limbs is the thickest. Although friendly, he likes to challenge guys who are stronger than him.

Anbu plans to stimulate Qu Xiu with this Czech terrier to see if it can add a little fun to her.